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Hmm, I'm starting to get scarily good at predicting mailing-list hysteria. At the moment I'm 5 for 5. Should I be concerned?
Hopefully my husband managed to heed my warnings and get himself out in time...
I'm also getting scary good at lying about and watching media a lot. You know what they say - practice makes perfect. For a while I couldn't decide if I was avoiding the world and my Extremely Large To-Do List, or not. I mean, I'm still exhausted a lot and the head-cold that was playing with me before Crown, or one of it's nasty little friends, mugged me and stole my wallet as soon as I returned home. Also, my stupid leg of stupid is painful and sometimes refuses to hold me up without wooden horse shaped assistance. But life avoidance seemed a valid theory, because I get a bit like that sometimes.
So today I got up, told myself I was fine and attempted to do things, which lasted all of about an hour and a half before I fell over and was back in bed, so that sort of scuttles that theory. I guess I'm paying the price for pushing myself so hard into my reserves while I was away. Such is life.
Despite my lying around eating bon-bons (Mental note: Never buy the large Party Mix again, it's dangerous) and so forth Renovations on the House continue, and I contribute somewhat to that, if critiquing colour choices and making light fitting decisions count at all. Also sprawling on the floor giggling like a loon as my husband puts his foot through the ceiling (the good side of this is that we already had everything we needed to patch the ceiling, on account of having done it once this month already - also, it's seriously hardcore Classic Comedy, right there)
Said husband has been less than well himself, possibly with a different, more cough heavy lurgy, but seems to be improving, which is good, because unlike me, he has that Useful Employment thing to do. Also because he's not a terribly good patient, and is difficult to keep, say, in bed, staying warm and drinking lots of fluids, because he prefers to be out clearing drains in rainstorms, that sort of thing.
I had a go at the torch the other day, but lacked inspiration, and got impatient - which is pretty much death when working with glass, at least for me. Plus, the garage is super cold at the moment. Which is fine for the glass, because it goes straight from the flame to the kiln, but less fine for me, especially with a cold. So nothing especially good came from the session, except some experimental bits that might let me do something nicer with similar techniques in the future.
I shall count it as a small win, in a week otherwise fairly slim of such things.
Also also also: Could the bloody weather just Stop Already? I do not need such a big reminder of the fact that my entire life is currently behind schedule, as full blown winter in the first half of May, thank you very much.
I mean, sleet? Really? Was that necessary?
And it's damn cold, and I don't want to buy firewood this year, for obvious reasons, and we will eventually run out of random scrap wood from behind the garage.
And finally: damn, I'm really starting to notice the lack of posts here as people move away to other pastures. And it's not that I don't like other social networking things, but status updates and tweets are such tiny slices of life - I enjoy the depth of even brief LJ posts.
Of course, I've now had this journal for eight years, so I'm a bit attached to the format.
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